The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1887-01-06

cordiality. The brougham cushions
were heavily cented with heliotrope, q
large crest-a lion couchant-was en,-
broidered everywhere. There were
two men ON the box. One of them. u
short, stout, red-whiskered parsonage,
in q brown coat, came down and spoke
to Mr.. Atkinson.
You will not mind seeing to Mr..
Fitzpatrick's baggage. will you, Ludo-
vic? Youth see his name on the bags
Mr.. Gerald Fitzpatrick"
The man turned his rudy face to-
ward me, and smiled out of pair of
the most shrcwd and humorous eyes l
ever saw.
''Sure, sir, you're an Irshman; you
have the look Of it; and an Irish gen.
tleman, too"
I'm very near to being an Irish
man." said laughing. II was born
there fifty years ago"
The man laughed.
YOU'RE II dry one" he SAID. tipping
his hat; '.you don't look to be So"
"l'm glad Ludovic has taken fam
cy to you," he said. sinking back in his
seat; sometimes he dislikes people.
and it's hard for us ALL"
looked at him in surprise. Mr..
Atkinson's manner to his employees at
the factory was peremptory in the ex-
IRENE. too much so, / had thought.
What had wrought this softness?"
'Isn't what s-his-name a servantP"
Mr.. Atkinson started, as if afraid
that some one would hear him. ''Oh.
we don't talk of him that way. He's
the butler. you know. He does pretty
much what he pleases. though. Some
times he wants to drive, and of course
l let him. Mrs. Atkinson imported
him. He is very expensive, but he
keeps us up to the mark. you know.
He knows everything that we don't
know. Between ourselves, l wish l
was dead. I'm not fit for this sort of
thing. Inearly disgraced myself yes
terlay. when we had Ex-Governor jim
jams to dine with US, by asking for
beer with the soup. Mary Ann-Mrs.
Atkinson-would have tainted if Ludo-
vic had not brought the sherry and
pretended not to have understood me.
Homer Mr.. Atkinson called out, as
Ludov:c climbed on to the box.
'Ludovic seems to have taken fam
cy to you," said mt friend. 'Tm glad
he has. 1t would drive Mrs. Atkinson
intellectually nsad-to have him leave,
now that we're expecting Sir Boyle
Roche"
who's Sir Boyle Roche?''
''Oh, young Irish baronet. whose
rents have been pre-empted by the
home-rulers. and he's over here. Clara
met him in town and he and she ratho {
like each other. Mrs. Atkinson's set
on the match. No, no, please don't
smoke; Ludovic doesn't like it; it
scents the cushions"
What next? l thought.
Clarissa and Jennie looked very
pretty at dinner under the pink glow
of the candle shades. Their white
gowns just touched with glow that
bon silene roses give, fitted them to per-
lection. Itook Mrs. Atkinson, bustlin g
in red satin, into the dining room.
There was no other guest. Sir Boyle
Roche was not to come for a week,
and the Marquis de Creve-Commont of
the French legation had previous en-
gagement. Ludovic in livery per-
formed his duties solemnly and man
aged the other servants with extreme
haughtiness.
''They wil gobble their food" he
whispered behind my chair. There
no teaching them not to do that. The
old mans regular racehorse for bolt
ing his victuals.'
Clarissa had improved. She was
simple and unruffled. But Jennie had
become insufferable. Counts and count
esses, lords and ladies foated backward
and forward between her mother and
her. The conversation had such an ex.
cessively aristocratic flavor that Mr..
! Atkinson's "reminiscences, apropos OF
the punch, about the way his father
started in the junk business had the eff
feet of q chill. which Mrs. Atkinson
partially removed by asking for the
prairie chickens which capt. Caven
dish, her majestys guards, travelling in
the States" had sent.
They were spoiled. ma'am," sale
Ludovic. shortly.
No more was said, although Mr.
Atkinson opened his mouth as if to ex
press incredulity.
When Ludovic had left the room
Mrs. Atkinson looked severely towart
her lord. You must not aggravat'
Ludovic by contradicting him. He al
most gave warning yesterday wher
Clarissa asked him to bring in the ten
mis- set. A butler never does that"
''Ive never been used to buffers. ,
said Clarissa, laughing. $50 I don
know. But it seems to me tina
Ludovic is more the master of thi
house than papa is
"Hush!' whispered Mrs. Atkinson
as the naughty mental entered. ''W'
pay him an awful price," she whisper
ed to me. Hes always threatening +
leave and 60 back. I'd let him go
/ could give a dinner without him,
murmured the poor woman, lookin!
really worried.
Clarissa was very gentle; she showe'
me the grounds and talked great dca
of Sir Boyle Roche. Once or twice sh
called him Edward. Then she colore'
and was quiet She seldom spoke o
him except when we were alone.
asked it he were related to the famou
Sir Boyle. She laughed and said nc